lying           
          in   my    room,          
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
      something poking my  left  hand, 
                  something     slimy, 
     slithering  around  the  fingers, 
          up   the   arm.           
 is   it  drug-fueled  apathy?         
          i  don't   move   the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever it is that's  tasting me,    
 it   moves   further    up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward  it.        
            looks    like    seagrass. 
         it's   kinda  cute.        
                                 
     once it's up my  neck  and on  my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
     the  texture  is  like that of  a 
 juicy                          grape, 
    and the  squish tastes like  sweet 
                     cucumber.     
    it's very good.     and i    
 suck   more   of    it   in.          
             chew    it.            
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
      apathy  gone,   i  sit  up.     
      the tendrils are stuck  under   
   my shirt,     entering by  the arm 
 and  exiting  through  the collar.     
   this makes  it  hard for me  to push 
 more   of   it   in   my   mouth.      
   i make to remove the shirt,  but the 
 seagrass finally  protests when i try to 
 move     my     left     arm.          
     so  -  eating  it   is   ok,     
        moving  it  is  not.